Stay Away
What the Hell is Going On?
When we got home from school I pulled out my phone and locked myself in my room. Somebody had to have Niall's number, I mean he had to have at least one friend.
I had gone through half of my contacts and the only people who knew who Niall was were the people in our history class. That didn't make sense, Jeremy said there had been a rumor going around school about him. I'm not the most popular person l, but when there's a rumor I'm normally one if the first people that hears it.
I came to the end of my contacts list when I landed on an old friend I hadn't talked to in a while. Zayn normally knew everything and everyone at our school, he had to know something. I pressed the call button and waited.
Zayn picked up in the 3rd ring, "Hello?" He answered. He sounded groggy and tired.
"Hey, I need your help," I said. I didn't want to sound too pushy, but I was growing impatient.
"Sure love what'd ya need?" he asked, suddenly alert and ready.
I laughed, "Well, there's this guy from school and I can't find his number anywhere, can you help me out?" I asked.
"Babe, if you've got a name, I've got a number," he said cheekily.
"His name is Niall Horan," I said. The other end if the line went silent. "Hello?" I asked. Had he hung up?
"N-niall Horan? Like the blonde, buff, new guy at our school?" He asked. He was talking like I had just asked him to kill someone.
"Yeah, Niall Horan, why?" I asked, first Jeremy, now Zayn? I mean come on now. What the hell is going on?
"Well, I mean, he's kinda anti-social, and he doesn't have the best reputation if you know what I mean," he said. I was SO not hearing this.
"Don't spout that crap about him selling meth. I know that shit isn't true," I said. My anger was boiling to the top.
"Who said anything about meth? I'm talking about him and his mate Harry going to jail," he replied.
My knees buckled, no way, he couldn't have, it's not possible. My breath caught in my throat. "Do you have the God damn number or not?" I asked.
"Yes, just promise me you won't get too envovled with him Emma, I don't want to see you hurt," he said worryingly.
I couldn't believe this, sense when is everyone so worried about me? "Promise," I said through gritted teeth. I'm lying, I knew I was, but I need this.
He gave me the number and I quickly hung up, I stared at the numbers on the screen for what felt like forever. I took a deep breath and hit call.
I had gone through half of my contacts and the only people who knew who Niall was were the people in our history class. That didn't make sense, Jeremy said there had been a rumor going around school about him. I'm not the most popular person l, but when there's a rumor I'm normally one if the first people that hears it.
I came to the end of my contacts list when I landed on an old friend I hadn't talked to in a while. Zayn normally knew everything and everyone at our school, he had to know something. I pressed the call button and waited.
Zayn picked up in the 3rd ring, "Hello?" He answered. He sounded groggy and tired.
"Hey, I need your help," I said. I didn't want to sound too pushy, but I was growing impatient.
"Sure love what'd ya need?" he asked, suddenly alert and ready.
I laughed, "Well, there's this guy from school and I can't find his number anywhere, can you help me out?" I asked.
"Babe, if you've got a name, I've got a number," he said cheekily.
"His name is Niall Horan," I said. The other end if the line went silent. "Hello?" I asked. Had he hung up?
"N-niall Horan? Like the blonde, buff, new guy at our school?" He asked. He was talking like I had just asked him to kill someone.
"Yeah, Niall Horan, why?" I asked, first Jeremy, now Zayn? I mean come on now. What the hell is going on?
"Well, I mean, he's kinda anti-social, and he doesn't have the best reputation if you know what I mean," he said. I was SO not hearing this.
"Don't spout that crap about him selling meth. I know that shit isn't true," I said. My anger was boiling to the top.
"Who said anything about meth? I'm talking about him and his mate Harry going to jail," he replied.
My knees buckled, no way, he couldn't have, it's not possible. My breath caught in my throat. "Do you have the God damn number or not?" I asked.
"Yes, just promise me you won't get too envovled with him Emma, I don't want to see you hurt," he said worryingly.
I couldn't believe this, sense when is everyone so worried about me? "Promise," I said through gritted teeth. I'm lying, I knew I was, but I need this.
He gave me the number and I quickly hung up, I stared at the numbers on the screen for what felt like forever. I took a deep breath and hit call.
Notes
Hey loves!!! I've kinda had this chapter written out for a while I just kept making changes, sorry! But here it is hope you like it and if you do I love to hear from y'all and don't forget to subscribe!!! Xx-Rae
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12/16/14